Thoughts Of Life

Once again, Easter is nearby So much has changed hasn't it? Piling on one after another From our childhood till we quit. Well, nothing can last forever And that includes people too So many memories, oh my I know it's the same for you. Each age it is so different Like leaves blowing in the wind Our kids, grands and greats All become a blur and blend. Children growing up and gone We may see them or not Maybe they have to work Easter is in that slot. Not babies anymore they are Growing so old, so are we Maybe moved away so far Not here now for you and me. But we make the best of it We cook and we clean Not knowing what's up ahead For life can certainly be mean. I don't want this poem To be sad at all, my dear Happy Easter to you and yours Then hopefully another next year!